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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:15 pm
by kambuli
Ureyso,
Maya walaal isma haysano... waan iska daayey la hadalkisii ee bal maxaa maanta I qaaday?
Dadka isma haysano ee anigu amaankaan ugu dadaalaa qofkii aan CILINKIISA SAARI WAAYO...
Sis, where have you been?
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:22 pm
by Ureysoo
*Kambuli*
Ha Isku Dhibin Curigaan, Maskaxdiisa Wa Dhagax Camal, Qof Ka Dalac Badan Weligeey Maan Arkin. Wuna Isla Wanaagsanyahay Ka Waran. Marka Ka Tartiibso, Madax Wareer Iyo Aflagaadu Lee Bu Wada Jiiska. Anyway, Meelna Ma Aadin Ee I was dealing with couple of things Mandheey. Ee Adiga Xaalada Ka Waran sis...
*Much Esteem and Reverence*
*Bless*
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:34 pm
by kambuli
Thanks sis,
Everything waa shab shab
Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 11:57 am
by Galol
Kambuli
Oo illleen markaad qof ku kacsatahay dembiyo arladaa ka badan baad u xambaarisaa. Ee anigu hooyooyin wax kama sheegine raggan waaweyn ee alla hooyooy hooyadaybaan jecelalahy la ooyaya ayaan ku idhi war niicda iska daaya. hablahaa lagu yaqaan inay Alla hooyooy yidhaahdeene goorma raggiina kusso arrimahii xaawalayda?
Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:07 pm
by Basra-
I will never let my mother listen to these awful songs!! Ufff --- I give mom better treats! Like pay for her to get Spa facial, fly her to her best friends for the weekend, send her flowers unexpectedly, take her to the zoo--every other weekend-- & inshallah next summer i am taking her to Safari trip to see live lions & elephants since she was so interested when My husband & I told her about our trip to Kenya last year!
Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:17 pm
by kambuli
Doqontiiyey,
Yaa ku yidhi dhegeysee heesta? I am sure inaad waalid Inkaar tahay
Waa calaamahada ma xishootada
Yuk
Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:18 pm
by Basra-
fadhiiqadyay fooshaxun Doqontiiyey--- kiir!
Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 12:12 am
by Intellectualsomali
A hadith: Al janatu Taxda aqdaami umaha ( spelling!)- Heaven is under the feet of your mother. I listen to the Hadraawi song every time I hear that my mom is sick or when I feel lonely.
I heard Hadrawi recount the event that made him compose HOOYO. He was traveling on a lorry (SITEEY) in the Afgooye area. There were several people on the siteey and it was hot and the road was pumby. A toddler sitting on his/her mother's knees cried for attention. Realising that he needed milk- the mother without considering the fact that there were men on the lorry (somali are shy to show their breasts) this mother started breastfeeding the baby. That is how Hadraawi got the idea for the song.